Disclaimer: Samurai 7 and all its wonderful characters belong to the great Akira Kurosawa and of late his estate. I only play in his playground and not for profit.

Thanks go to cesmith, for I borrowed the line "Politenes costs nothing but gains everything" from her.

A Song of Heihachi by Zan

Thock!

This is now all I can do

Thock!

This is my penance

Thock!

This is for my sins

And all the wood I can find

Cannot give me peace of mind

The shame

I hide in my heart

The pain

That lies beneath

A flame

It flickers and its embers never die out

Look closely, you may see it in my eyes

If you can see past my smiles

The dirt and grease

It hides me

The dirt and grease

Masks my own precious trust

The dirt and grease

For betrayal and blood, lest I forget

It makes me a harsh judge

For it is I; myself I grudge

Heh!

Yes, I was in the war

Hyaa!

I guess I survived

Huff!

But no blood this blade has shed

Yet you ask me to wield my weapon

I will go then, for a chance at redemption

They smile

For they know politeness earns everything

They smile

For it hides their fear

They smile

And there is no warmth in their welcome

And there is no trust in their open hand

So divided; they cannot make a stand

Seven

We are warriors

Seven

We are different

Seven

We are here

But only one seems to see that a break in trust

To be cut away it must

Work

The song of pulleys call me

Work

The grind of gears lull me

Work

To push my guilt, their guilt – aside

And best of all is a gift of steel

With no wiles to hide behind what is real

Thunder!

And the bandits come

Thunder!

It is only bloodrush, loud in my ears.

Thunder!

Too late - the danger and the bright orange light

I am thankful for being bundled up

Or my end would have been quite abrupt!

Rain,

The first volley leads into the next

Rain

Into the next and the next

Rain

To hide the mourning tears

A friend has fallen, two have gone and three with me remain to the end task

In the shadow of mist a curtain of uncertainty hangs heavy in the twilight of dusk

Calm

Is the tranquil water

Calm

Is the desert sand

Calm

For now our task is long from done

The quest to fight evil machinations

Of one man's desires and wicked manipulations

A plan

Now that we are five

A plan?

We have none

I plan

To leave the land still able to grow rice

In a war, the winners are those left alive

So that tomorrow will survive

Souvenirs

From a kindred spirit

Souvenirs

From an unexpected quarter

Souvenirs

From a barren land

War has begun, and soon another falls

Sorrow must wait, for still my mission calls

The guns

And arrows fly

The guns

They spit and eat into my body

The guns

Will not stop me until my debt is paid in full

A button separates and surrounds me in a grove of gears; as with dying breath I shout and close my eyes

Content to end in land which may one day feed my soul with rice

Owari